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Oh boy, so this what you been waitin' for huh?
Well here he is (Defari) I'm off the chain Like runaway slaves with gauges My life had to change, so I broke through the cages Faced the nation, lyrics for you shitty critics Bottle of whiskey, you stressed man Herut be sippin' it Open the gates, get it on don't hesitate Stompin' like King Kong nigga, from the Golden State Holdin' weight in the Pacific-10 Conference You fuckin' wit Defari man, you fuckin' wit a monster Big rhymes, big shows, big sponsors So big, sometimes I think my name is Swanson But it's not, it's O.G. Dwayne Johnson With diamond cut rhymes that be costin' when I floss 'em I beat the papers and the blocks for new stocks A blue faced watch, full of rocks and new socks And new draws, Big Daddy like Lou ???? The style that I kick move shit like U-Haul I'm givin' back what you lack, and that's that These square niggaz wack, look at that, and that's that Los Angeles, see a fake dude, dismantle him Snatch him off his high horse of course de-saddle him Why battle him? this nigga silly, geeky, garbage Prankster and fool I drop a jewel of knowledge Went to school through college, a ?????????? abolish Defari, a cold guy with a style that's polished Like Sepulveda and Venice car wash The street star stop, blow a blunt Game's choppin', tall cans pop I beat the streets and the blocks where birds flock These pretty little bitches wanna jump and bump cocks So four fingers up - make sure the two's cross (West Coast!) The West Coast gotta make room for a new boss Odds & Evens huh? Defari, the new ablum huh? Aye, give us some more, can ya? (Defari) Toss around your mind when I rhyme Advance with killer lines, come and get it it's dinner time They hungry for more and more words that I spit From ex-tended clip, with an AK-47 back kick Back flip quick from multiple hits you bastard You've entered a world of a nigga who came to smash it I've had it up to here with you silly cats I'm twistin' a Philly bat, and sportin' a new L.A. fitted cap A tall can, leave me alone with your small plans I'm holdin' a family, you a small man little kid You just a little big, I be wit official niggs See basically you not built for this See I be killin' these streets Like big trucks on 22's, and 21's, plenty rum the style that I use Twenty tons, many guns - collapse your flimsy lungs Flimsy tongue, y'all relic niggaz done Defari you somethin' else baby I can't wait to hear the rest Odds & Evens baby.. |
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| 2. |
| 5:15 |
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(feat. E-Swift)
(Intro: E-Swift) Ladies and gentlemen.. You are about to witness the amazing sounds of.. (E to the motherfuckin' Swift) and Defari Herut, c'mon AH, AH, Likwit motherfucker What, you didn't know? Let it bump, let it bump, let it bump (Defari) Knowin' what I know and seein' what I've seen You'll get left behind when you daydream See me, I live it out Real talk, bullshit walk Yo Swift, tell 'em what we talkin' 'bout (E-Swift) Aight We talkin' 'bout... um, determination A hungry pack of wolves is what you're facing Swimming with the sharks, walkin' big dogs that bark Through every ghetto, project, and park (Defari) If I could take what I take, and show you all I had Half of y'all would still end up mad You haters can't hide from yourself The liqour's top... shelf (E-Swift) Yo if you wanna play to win you gotta play hard You gotta fight, get bruised, battered, and scarred My niggaz go rhyme for rhyme on anybody you can think of We official Likwit niggaz drinkin' all your drink up.. Faggot (Defari) Smoke to choke Guess that's how it is, always been dope Tell you 'bout this letter to this bird I wrote Told her ninety-three muscles in your throat (E-Swift) Bitch, gobble it up You fuckin' with some rollo niggaz, rollo as fuck Mind been corrupt since I was a young buck Gettin' caught with my pants down beatin' it up (Chorus) - 2X Life in the innercity This for all my rollo niggs - That's livin' that life in the innercity Life in the innercity This for all my ghetto chicks - That's livin' that life in the innercity (E-Swift) Keep your head high.. I know you strugglin' tryin' to make ends tie So I understand why... we love what we struggle for Dedicate the rest of our lives to be.. HUH!, FRESH, pure unsaturated West Coast best, veterans at this shit Never forget, we legendary Likwit (Defari) Innercity blues - That's when you got a girl with itty-bitty two's Really, did he do? Mad work from T dot to Vancouv (oh, fo sho) Los Scandalous - out of towner's, they can't handle the truth (E-Swift) Innercity youth Wild motherfuckers runnin' loose We talkin' bout - (Chorus) - 2X (Defari) Figure it out The streets make niggaz drink the crown S.D. to the town, skatin' on rims straight burnin' it down (E-Swift) Wash the truck, keep the twenty-two's wet, sticky as fuck Bump the beats, my amp rack ???? when I stomp the streets Pull up to the club, valet park my shit up front for a dub It ain't nuttin' but love Jealous niggaz lookin' at me and my hoes like "what?!" (Defari) Angry for days Hooks act in the strangest of ways Likwit stay paid A to the L to the K to the A to the - (Chorus) - 4X (Outro: Defari) Yeah, South Central, the Eastside Inglewood, Carson, Hawthorne, Lynwood Venice, Culver City, Santa Monica Palms, Paqoima, Van Nuys Panarama City, Verseeta?.. Pico low!!! Yeah... from the valley... to the alleys, yeah |
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| 3. |
| 3:27 |
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(Defari)
So many cold pieces in L.A So many... THERE'S SO MANY So many cold pieces in L.A 1, 2, 3 - Women with ass, who do I rush? Who do I ask, who can I trust? Who has class, where can I bust? Can it last past 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 Chicks with hips, sexy ass lips Lickin' they lips, lickin' my drick Ass is so thick, wiggle that shit Bounce it real quick, picture that shit Damn there go 7, 8, 9 Women so fine, finer than dimes Finer than the coldest in the golden of olden times Finer than fine in L.A., happens all the time Matter of fact there go 10, 11, 12 Twelve of the most top-shelf bad bitches on earth, who else? You gotta pop a collar, the super scholar All proper holler, know that - (Chorus) (THERE'S SO MANY) So many bad women in L.A So many cold pieces in L.A So many bad women (THERE'S SO MANY) So many bad women in L.A So many cold pieces in L.A So many bad women (ALL TOP-NOTCH) (Defari) Come to L.A. and compete The baddest women in the world feel like lunch meat Compared to our everyday girl with pretty feet, soft skin, pretty eyes (THERE'S SO MANY) - tanned with ass and titties Legs so fine, face so pretty Hair like "uh-huh", walk like "what?" She keep passin' me by - never (I STEP UP) and tell her that "I like your jeans" Turn around girl, let me see what's happening You so pretty, smile like a diamond gleam You so pretty, I gotta tell you (WHAT'S UP WITH US) But once again, who can I trust? When can I bust?, there's some things we gotta discuss She brought a friend, damn her friend's finer than her Miraculous, Los Angeles (Chorus) (THERE'S SO MANY) So many bad women in L.A So many cold pieces in L.A So many bad women (THERE'S SO MANY) So many bad women in L.A So many cold pieces in L.A So many fine women (THERE'S SO MANY) So many bad women in L.A So many cold pieces in L.A So many fine women (THERE'S SO MANY) So many bad women in L.A So many cold pieces in L.A So many fine women (THERE'S SO MANY) So many fine women in L.A So many cold pieces in L.A So many fine women (THERE'S SO MANY) |
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| 4. |
| 3:50 |
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(Defari)
I - fell from the sun with a fire tongue Burned a thousand beats, now I'm wanted for fifty tons - Of RAW, pure, uncut dope My rhymes are Columbian coke, lethal choke I - shake up the streets, the earthquake 3-1-0 King, yeah that nigga ill with wordplay NOW - straight to the top Grind, double flip, stack chip... stay away from the cops WHY? - they hate us, they're the worst of devils The Romans hated Jesus like the police treat us GAME - that's all that I got to give A lot of artists don't deserve a full right scholarship To this GAME, a lot can be figured out I think to myself why you drink whiskey and Guiness stout Who's to BLAME? - it's the cowboy in me mane Joy and pain, make sure you get it right, spell my name (Chorus) I am the D-E-F-A-R- I am the D-E-F- Come on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R- I am the D-E-F-A-R- (Defari) I - came in the game, flossed the royal name Dropped +Focused Daily+ now I'm wanted for more of the same PURE, raw, supreme level flows Twenty-four carrot gold, look and behold I - beat the Los Angeles streets for heat Travel fifty states, burn crowds like cooked meat FIRE - explosive material I shot you in the ear, but you don't hear me though Now your MINE - I walk with the best of them Talk with the best of them, fuck all the rest of them Take your TIME - young man with big plans, we advance Put the cash in my hand man, I ain't fuckin' playin' NOW - how you like me chump? Come through your town and I'll fuck shit up Now the cars all POUND - cause my CD bump In the streets like, "Yeah, that nigga Herut rough" Spell my name (Chorus) I am the D-E-F-A-R- I am the D-E-F- Come on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R- I am the D-E-F-A-R- (Defari) I - shook up the world, parted the sea Always felt like Muhammed Ali Proud and BLACK Red and green, the flag of a nation of millions They can't hold us back, oh it's like that? Pace the room like a Five-Star General Holdin' on to that weak shit, man let it go NOW - I've been sent to ease all your misery It's official, I'ma lead you through the new century WOW! - Wow is right You're in safe hands with ?Alstate? when I grab the mic Break WIDE - lose all sight The pit's goin' crazy, it's bananas tonight They must want MY - public opinion Attention, attention, all those who's listening The man gets DOWN - Hold your position, dump ammunition Again I must mention, spell my name (Chorus) I am the D-E-F-A-R- I am the D-E-F- Come on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R- I am the D-E-F-A-R-I |
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| 5. |
| 4:43 |
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It's all y'all hooks
For real.. You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off Yeah, my niggaz is too high off the calibur Yeah, it's like this, check it - (Defari) I got that authentic Magic so you know I gotta rock it Bailin' down the block with a pint in my pocket - of Hennessey Both eyes open for the enemy Take flight, ask questions last is the remedy Listen, my status is a regular nigga Except, I'm smarter than the average nigga Listen, I've never been a following nigga From the top to the bottom y'all some bother me niggaz From - winter to autumn I'm a fatherly nigga Get his bread for my daughter, I'ma fatherly figure Go figure, y'all niggaz don't even drink hard liqour On the real, y'all some Mike's Hard Lemonade niggaz (Chorus) You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off? It's all y'all hooks.. You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off? It's all y'all hooks.. (Defari) I got that rookie Paul Pierce, so you know I gotta rock it Bailin' down the block with a half in my pocket - of cush Straight from Fre???'s bush Any punk got problems then that punk get mushed It's real, reelin' the feel like truck drivers, what the deal Y'all niggaz ain't real, you duck divers Now you feel - Defari got a smart ass mouth But you ain't Frogger's, you ain't jumpin' You ain't talkin' bout nothin' I'm always rollin' Likwit, it's Tha Liks can you dig it? You hate off top, then at the shows try to kick it Don't mimick this flow around your bird for a gimmick Cause all that'll happen she'll be fiending for my ???? (Chorus) (Defari) I got that killa Andre Miller, so you know I gotta rock it Bailin' down the block, a few hundred in my sock That's right, John got my line on tight Goatee on tight, stay in spank whites Clowns said they wasn't feelin' me I've been sick of y'all hooks since last century Rounds... of liqour for my niggaz Pounds... of doja I told ya I'm awesome, simply marvelous, spectacular You gotta know how hard it is With every word my fist touch your chin Here, ease your wounds with gin See a cowboy spit hard on top of ???? Make a man understand the way of righteous laws See it used to be 26 lines back in the day Now it's 256 rhymes in my two-way (Chorus) |
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| 6. |
| 3:33 | 
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| 7. |
| 4:00 |
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(Intro: Defari + (girl))
Look, leave me the fuck alone bitch (Oh, there you go, damn "leave me the fuck alone", "leave me the fuck alone" That's all you cryin' nigga Ooh, your breath stank nigga, damn, you reefin'? W-Why you always gotta come home drunk and shit huh, faded? Leave me the fuck alone, will ya? (Whateva nigga, you know what? Your eyes all red and everything...) (Chorus) You always get so drunk.. (Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch) You always come home high.. (Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch) You always get so faded.. (Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch) You always have red eyes.. (Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch) (Defari) The club bumps Faded off Remy and five blunts Codiac cush got me fucked up I'm goin' round for round, drink dark brown Smoke trees in a leaf that be dark brown Look at baby, so thick man, she dark brown Bad bitches all around, you know it's goin' down I be posted at the bar like a ghetto C.E.O Spank T with a new jean suit from ???? Spank white Nikes... so fresh and so tight The bitches wanna holla back, young and all night So what do you expect when I'm out wit my niggaz Drink it up, smoke blunts, poppin' bitches (Chorus) (Defari) Monday Night Football start at 6:00 My fifth Hennessey at the bar with chicks It's on once again, a new night, new mix Before we left the crib - already finished a fifth Me, B Fin, Stats, and my nigga E-Swift Fredwreck on deck with this Brazilian bitch After football we gon' hit the spot After 2:00, after hours pop, it's on all night Kilous spinnin' right, oh fo sho nigga My nigga Kilou tight Stop by 7-11 get another pack of blunts Get a 40, feel sporty, roll 'em up (Chorus) (Defari) You think you all presidential We stay low key dippin' through the residential Sippin' Presidente in the wet El Camino On rallies, deep dish spin so simple Here I am with another blunt in my hand It's Tuesday so we all got tall cans T ??? is at Joseph's in Hollywood So many birds I've never seen lookin' so good In a minute I'ma pull this hundred and spend it My niggaz crowd around the bar like they all built it I guess we vultures in the late night club culture I'ma do the damn thangs that I always told you (Chorus) |
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| 3:18 |
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| 9. |
| 1:15 |
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(Defari)
Take the weight of my hand, the breath of my life For those who don't understand I do more than just right I do by my family man, the realness inside The stress always wanna test the black men pride But I be damned if I hide or I fall I'm too tall, I just rise stylistic Payback is a dogg and youse a fool if you think I'ma lose I'ma still toast bottles wit drev, vintallo and juice And I'ma bang over the illester beats Doin my thang and keep a good name out in this streets Break ya neck, hook nigga, better show some respect Alkaholiks is the fam, a nigga's mind on his check Give your children a change without bread How can they advance when they 18 The devil sells broken dreams Why you always ask me if I play ball, all the whiteys Is it because of the Barron Davis jersey and new Nike's Take the weight of my hand, the breath of my life For those who don't understand I do more than just right I do by my family man, the realness inside The stress always wanna test the black men pride {*phone rings*} (Defari talkin) hold up hello man I told you! damn! |
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| 10. |
| 4:03 |
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| 11. |
| 3:09 |
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(Chorus) - 2X
We can both be... diamonds in the rough Handcuffed together, I'll love you forever For better, for worse - It's me and you against the world girl Against the world (Defari) I met you at the City Walk You so fine lil' 7-1-4 Come here and hear this L.A. city talk My name's Dwayne.. (My name's Veronica, I stay in Santa Ana) Oh, I stay in Santa Monica You like a glamour girl, you like my favorite world My love at first sight, damn you so tight girl I gotta wrap it up, no time to play around I may never see you again, and that's not goin' down I need you in my life, I need you in my world You so much cooler than my ex-bird, word Yeah, I think we hit it off, I think it's meant to be I don't give a FUCK what somebody else say to me We ribbons in the sky, diamonds in the rough Amount of time spent with you, I can't get enough I hustle day and night, my game is sealed tight You my movie star girl, I'm your sunlight (Chorus) - 2X (Defari) You so tall, you got these squares scared You like straight out of a magazine, Vanity Fair You got beautiful hair, I like the way you stare at me You stare, like you own this D-I-C-shhh And that's the way I feel, my love is deep and real I wanna get you that load and that house on the hill Vero, you my angel in a lost city You're the goodness that shines through the nitty gritty I know I'm not perfect, in a wicked city - Where men kill, but tourists feel is so pretty I'm grown man with mine, you extra fine with yours I'll miss you to death, especially when I'm on tours So hug my pillow tight, smile and never cry And know there's only one love for Defari So hug my pillow tight girl, smile and never cry And know there's only one... yeah (Chorus) - 3X |
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| 12. |
| 2:59 |
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(feat. Tash)
[Tash talkin] What up Fred You know Ooh woop ooh woop Oh boy, oh boy Oh girl [Defari] Wassup Fred I need a 4X to the head Or that new t-shirt sayin "wassup Fred" Can I live like Jay-Z, make moves that pay me (where's your chain) fuck a chain, I rock my face and name I rock beats that will tear down the whole frame Of your house if your system got that Roger bounce Mooo bounce, to the 40 ounce Tap an oldie, down the goldie Mooo bounce, to the 40 ounce Tap an oldie, down the gold Set shit straight I'm money for that money rollin state I'm a different level me of authentic L.A. Fred Wreck, Fredrigo Meet me on pico I got 3 bad nihas, I need one chico Hennessey all day Hate is nothing to a boss I feels like my nigga Big Hutch Buck what it cost I drop from the sky and left the lane burnin Mashin down the block all this bitches heads turnin [Chorus - Defari] This that kinda shit that make you wanna jump For the car stereos wit that extra hump Make niggaz in the streets say what the fuck Defari right back wit that extra thump This that typa shit blow out ya truck Make bitches on the block stoppin wanna fuck Make rudeboys point it at the sky and dump Defari right back wit that extra thump [Defari] See I was born in the world wit fast money and pretty girls Fades, and braids, and O.G.s still rock curls I'm from L.A. where niggaz still smoke joints Kush weed when they get the true taste styles the point From the jungles to the eastside Carson to Pacoima Finish to Inglewood, it's all L.A. California The style I flip is so versitale You too young girl, don't want to hurt you child Cuz when it come to the fuck I'm all bronco buff Make a top notch and a momma fall in love See in the club My niggaz all rollin up dubs Everybody doja'd out hitted out nigga what 300 M, we came, chop game Around the town all these motherfuckers know my name [Chorus] [Tash] Ha, listen 6 trays Chevrolets, all day, everyday L.A. California, that's the way we play We do it to a Likwit music Power movement, home improvement We don't give a fuck say what you say D to the E-F-A-R-I We sky high alumni Likwit niggaz don't die We trynna buy everything buyable, homielayable The Likwit crew drive for survival is undeniable I slide a couple bitches thru the back of the club If the hoes get kicked out I get 'em back in the club They Rico's keep on Rico's top notchin I know half of these hoes when these girls were hop-scotchin Now watch it - you handcuffin' hoes we the locksmith We ain't satisfied untill the top notch is topless Knock this in your trunk if you ain't no punk Big Tash is in the house wit that extra thump |
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| 4:26 |
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| 4:31 |
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| 15. |
| 1:13 |
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| 16. |
| 3:45 |
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(feat. Phil Da Agony)
Es muy bueno! (Defari) It's Friday night... I call up B Fin I'ma fly by with the Henn He on deck with a zone of cush I'm fresh off a car wash, it feels good to push - The Q through the innercity I'm on the telephone blowin' this last blitty Streets filled with rims, chicks on the dick Stoppin' at the stop light, holla real quick! It's on tonight.. I +Phil Da Agony+ in every last drink that I take (that's right) We high stakes, do it big like Bill Gates I only know a chosen few to rest his real fate Dilated's at the House of Blues, we doin' it this The bird's who see me don't choose they losin' it Double L mean low lands, that's one to grow on She said she played music, I gave her somethin' to blow on (Chorus) - 2X We stay bubblin' Money makin' hitters, stay hustlin' We stay bubblin' From the East to the South To the beach here we reach, where we reach (Phil Da Agony) Critically acclaimed, spit it to you simple and plain It's like acid rain fallin' on your brain Blame it on the man in the booth We bring understanding to you And show you what the proper plan to do Phil Da Agony and Defari Herut, you can see it engraved If you look close - the Golden Statue So don't think, givin' a nigga money And stringin' him along with twenties We see through y'all, niggaz is funny Heart and hustle, overcame talent and luck I spread love, cause most of y'all hate - violent as fuck I had to go through it to pursue it as a career Back then when I was practicing in front of the mirror Blunt in my ear, blunted out, rhyme of the year It's time for a beer, crack it open, back to my chair Contracts holdin' me back - to commitments Product comin' in by the shipments It's time to make a difference (Chorus) - 2X (Defari) Gold cuffs, diamond earrings Drink up, you wasn't hearing me Gold watch, diamond cut pinky ring Drink up, we do this yearly Break bread, blow trees, take head - for free No cheese, 40's of Olde E, no diddle Just a little Goose and cran for these brittles (Phil Da Agony) Aiyyo we bubble out, we double our clout Hit the club and be out - We veterans at this, scrubbin' you out Born to make music, match all my melodies I don't believe NONE of these bitches, they keep tellin' me Call 'em how I see 'em - Niggaz'll hold back on podium Then try to put a record out to free him, release him I'm wide awake, migraine headache, food on my plate You need real estate's to get the estates, nigga (Chorus) - 4X |
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